Page 8 of Soulmates
“Blonde Amazon.”
His smile is the closest to honest I’ve seen from him. “Got it. Guess I’ll see you after I get back from the beach.”He turns toward the door.
“Wait.”
Glancing over his shoulder, he smirks like he can tell my gaze is stuck on his perfect ass. “What?”
“Why did you drag me out of there?” He could have left me to meet either the sun or the LAPD. “I mean, I appreciate it, but…”
His grin softens. “Dad hired you.” He shrugs. “That makes you pack adjacent.”
“Pack adjacent,” I muse. That’s a new one. “Well…thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
With that, David Collins, alpha werewolf, leaves to jack off in the shower. I come very close to crawling after him.
OXO
I rise before sunset. Our rooms are quiet, empty. Everything’s donein earth tones with pops of purple. I packed light,maybetoo light since my button-down and suit coat went through the shredder. My only choice is a black silk crewneck shirt and jeans.SinceI’m dressed like a bodyguard, I slick my hair and pump my biceps to reinforce the image.
I’m leaving my room when I hear voices in the hall.David.My dick jumps.
Apparently, I need to get laid, too.
He sashays through the door. Cancan kicks send his flip-flopsflying against the wall. His bleached hair is in pigtails and his shoulders are bronzed. David’s outfit might have been purchased from a rack of playsuits made for middle school girls. It’s pink and white with stripes across the chest, stars across his ass, and sparkly ties at the shoulders.
He blows me a kiss, and all I can do is shake my head.
Sheena’s standing in the doorway, shaking her head along with me. Her sandy-blondehair is pulled into a floppy bun on the top of her head, giving her another couple of inches on me. She’s already a good three inches taller and could likely bench press double my weight.
Amazon.
Amazons only give birth once, and Sheena’s mother had traveled to Greece to conceive, as was their tradition. She’d moved to LA to raise her child, under the possibly erroneous impression that Sheena would have a broader mind.
Instead of a child who spends her time on spiritual growth, she raised a 6’4” lesbian who makes a comfortable living as a bodyguard to the stars, with a side gig at my club as a leather-wrapped dominatrix.
“All right, sunshine. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” Sheenadrawlsthe words, sliding heraviator sunglassesinto place.
“Thanks, Mom,” David trills from his room. He slams the door shut, continuing to holler at us. “I’m ordering room service and taking a shower. Do. Not. Disturb.”
There’s a pause where I wonder if I should laugh or apologize to Sheena. I do neither. “I appreciate thebackup.”
Sheena crosses her arms, letting the door frame take more of her weight. “First time I’ve seen you with a man in a while.”
“I’m notwithhim. It’s a job.”
She gives me an easy, one-shouldered shrug, and I can feel the weight of her gaze through her shades.
“Little asshole reminds me of Connor.”
I must still be exhausted from the fight, because as far as I can tell, David bears a closer resemblance to aPekinesethan he does to my ex. There’s no good answer, so I keep my mouth shut.
“Yeah, I hear you thinking over there.” Sheena chuckles. She’s not as old as I am, but she’s had over 100 years to observe human behavior. “They both have the devil in their eyes.”
Her use of present tense, as if Connor’s still out there somewhere, cuts me to the quick. Fortunately, David pops through the bedroom door, a loose towel riding low on his hips. “Did I tell you I have a date tonight?”
Surprise chases away the sadness, at least for the moment. “What?” No time to squander on the past when I’ve got a flighty werewolf to keep track of.
